Theo's fingers moved to the wall, playing against it like a bird trapped in slow motion, fluttering over the bland paintwork like it was trying to find a way out, even as Theo's face remained blank like the surface of a still pond.
He saw Greg's fingers tighten in the blanket and Greg's voice tugged at strings in his mind that were covered in dust, long forgotten under trauma and confusion and spell damage. His fingers twitched instinctively at the almost command, but it was enough of a plea that he didn't. "Greg's been gone, been gone, Greg's gone..." Theo mumbled fast and insistent right before Greg spoke to him again, and this was an order and it spoke to the youngest part of Theo, the child ho had always jumped before his father had asked how high. He shuddered in an unpleasant fashion but went to Greg, coming forward crawling again, one hand coming to rest on Greg's knee, his expression asking if this was right. "You make my head burn." he whispered, intent. "Burn and itch and... hurt." he almost fumbled the last word. "Hurt, do you hurt. Greg, was it... you were hurt." he was trembling now, shaking in a way he had no control over.